This is day two of my Groupon extravaganza.

My little Hoosier hometown and surrounding areas aren’t big on Groupon.    This place in Florida is.    My blessed sister has gotten into a habit of buying Groupons for me for various relaxation and well-being services.

For example, yesterday I met Dustin and Jessie, his wife.  In a back room, I disrobed and crawled under a blanket.   Dustin came in and gave me a deep tissue massage.  Which, I apparently needed.   I think 90% of my left shoulder and neck was locked up.    I mean, it’s bad when you can physically hear him working on the knots as they move around and pop.

That’s probably not a good thing.   He didn’t get them all.   I can still feel the knots.  Yay.

Today is a radiance peel with microdermabrasion.   I’m not too sure what that is since I can count the number of facials I’ve had in the past 40 years on one hand.   I guess it might hurt a bit.   “Micro” and “abrasion” tend to indicate some level of pain.    I’m okay with that.

I’ve become embarrassingly more aware of the lines my forehead and the sides of my mouth.  They’re not supposed to be there.  I’m not getting old.   I think I understand why Grandma Apple kept her hair straight black until she died.

Tomorrow, to top it off, is a mani-pedi.   I can really use this.   After walking around 40+ kms this week and doing yard work, my nails are a mess.  I like having my nails done.   I think it looks nice.   I don’t mind it when the color starts to flake off.   Those are hands of a working woman.

I don’t like it when some fingers have color and some don’t.  That’s just awful and, since it’s gel, it doesn’t come off easy.

Since I don’t have a Florida car, my sister was thoughtful enough to provide me with Uber.  This is the first time I’ve used Uber solo and I’ve only used it a couple of times with others.

So, new experiences all the way around.

After the microabrasion, I’m just going to wander the streets until Jason gets off work.  That’s what I did after Dustin.  Just hoping that I won’t have a headache from yesterday.  All of those popping knots left me feeling a bit weak.

Hum…   There are some five hours between the facial and when Jason gets off.  I might be able to walk back home.    I’ll give it a shot.

Anyways….  Class has started.   Jason is taking two classes and tutoring two in addition to his normal job.    I’ve got one class.   It’s a 202, which isn’t too bad.   I’ve already identified a problem child.  From experience, I can tell the ones that don’t use grammar or even capitalize the word “I” tend to have a tough time.    That’s not always true, but in a lot of instances, it is.

I really appreciate what my sister is doing for me.   She doesn’t have to but she does unasked.   I love her for that.

I just feel kind of weird since I haven’t visited the gym in over a week and that she does this for me.    My baby sister shouldn’t have to do stuff like this for her entirely broke older sister.

It should be the other way around.   I don’t mean her being broke, but me doing things like this for her.   I know I should enjoy it and appreciate it.   I do — a lot.  I’m blessed.  But it still plays into the “loser at life” filing cabinet that I keep in my brain.

I’m down 22 days left in Florida before I head back north.

Odd.  I was apprehensive about coming down here.
Now, I’m apprehensive about going back up — especially without Jason.

Can’t win.